Ch-ch-ch-changes.

I feel like I've entitled a blog by this beloved David Bowie lyric before, which is not in the spirit of the song at all, but meh.
On an entirely different note from the previous blog of the night. I am in a good place right now. It's that place wherein I have an indescribable itch. No, it is not an STI. It is that itch that comes when I want change, but more so when I am ready for change. Sometimes this manifests in slightly sinister ways, like cheating on a boyfriend or involving yourself in a little self-destructive partying. Fortunately, these are both things that are wholly acceptable to first-year, and also in my past. What is more fortunate, though, is that this time I am itching for a change I am in a very cheerful mood. Which of course means that the changes I will inevitably seek to make will be good ones. That, or they will blow up in my unsuspecting face.
Either way, the itch will not go away until change is made. Therefore it is also good that I am moving back to my beloved city, moving in with some beloved friends, and moving on with some not so beloved bits of past and such.
Sometimes, I really enjoy the self-indulgence of having a blog and therefore a silent audience.
I mean, really, it's very alike to being the torturer at an inquisition, whatever you do your captive audience simply has to receive, and as the author you don't really have to give a damn what they think. It's great. Though, hopefully I am not torturing any of the readers, and if so... Stop reading, you silly masochists.
Julie and Julia (an acting feat of Meryl Streep, an excellent performance by Stanley Tuchi, but really just a silly movie) points out that blogs are self-indulgent, and made successful by the selfish. Mostly because, when all else fails, you just talk about yourself in second, or third, person. Personally, though, I highly recommend it.
A little bit of selfishness in life is what everyone needs, because even the most selfless person needs me time. And instead of maxing out a credit card on new clothes, or remodeling your bathroom, or embarking on a riotous and scandalous affair, why not just take a while to talk about yourself, your feelings, your thoughts, to what seems like an entirely captivated, hushed audience?